Tortured

Sasha ran to class. She was slightly late for class. She ran as fast as her thin leg could carry her. 

At the main classroom door, the teacher on duty was ready to wait for her, holding a cane in his left hand.

"Young lady! "Come here and kneel down" the teacher roared. Sasha shivered as she responded to the teacher's order.

"Why are you late to class?" the teacher asked. In the spur of a moment, a hard slap landed on her delicate cheek. The intensity of the slap could be imagined by the loud sound that came along. 

Sasha turned into a world of unconsciousness, bleeding through her mouth. 

For the first time, the gigantic fearless teacher became afraid. From her knees to a helpless poor girl lying on the ground. 

At around midnight, Sasha partially regained consciousness. For almost seven hours, the medical experts tried very hard to save the situation. 

Sasha found herself in the hands of the medical teams, seven, struggling to save her. She could not remember all that had transpired. The only time she could remember was kneeling down before the teacher on duty.

Sasha was really in deep pain. She maintained eye contact with a nurse who was about to inject her. As the nurse carefully placed a needle and a syringe on her, she let out a loud wail. She was too afraid and maybe pre-imagined the pain that could come along with the injection.

"Young girl! "I have other important things to attend to" the nurse said. The nurse seemed unfriendly at all. Sasha was forced to remain still and persevere, because the nurse's harshness was something not to joke with.

After attending to her, everyone left the room. She was left alone in that room. She was the only person in that particular room. The room was labeled, 'Emergence and Accident '. There were other patients but in different wards.

Sasha remained on her hospital bed, wondering what was actually happening in her life.

As streams of thoughts raced through her little mind, she made the decision to leave the place the following day whether she was discharged or not. The hospital environment seemed hell to her.

Meanwhile, there was a power outage. The entire room became dark. The lady felt so terrified. She had no option but to let out a wail. She was fond of wailing in cases where situations seemed tough for her. Maybe the word 'wailing girl' could perfectly match her.

After sometime, she cooled down. There were no other options to use as it was clear that the health facility had given her a deaf ear. Despite hearing the voice of a conversation in the next room, which she perceived as that of the facility's staff, none were willing to come around.

The following day, Sasha was up well. She responded well to the medication. She went to the washroom and took a refreshing shower, which left her cool. But then she lacked make-up. As a beautiful lady, she had an amount of make-up that she often applied to make her more attractive.

Sasha remained sat on the hospital bed, waiting for the doctor on duty to attend to her. She felt okay and wanted nothing less than discharge.

In the next ward, there were wails, women's struggling voices that clearly showed that they were in pain. Sasha pre-assumed that it must be a maternity ward. "I won't find myself in that ward", Sasha silently talked to herself.

According to Sasha, finding yourself in the maternity ward was self-will. Her mind switched and she thought about Beru. She could see the day Beru approached her for a love intention, requesting her for a commitment. Although she clearly didn't assure him, deep in her mind, she was willing to accept. But she had to play hard and maybe only consistent would eventually win her.